My dad was a boyscout leader and pedo. At 6 years old my mom drove us to Warren PA to confront my dad, so she could see for herself. I saw my dad naked and in bed with a young boyscout. It did not recognize in me at that age what I saw. until many years later.

One time, long ago, I was looking up houses in Warren PA. My dad back then, said to stay completely away from Warren PA. I did not know why. I asked him and he refused to tell me. But he reiterated and said to stay away from Warren PA.

So if this is a clue to anything, then here ya go. A friend of mine, Brian, looked up the area and he did find that there are many caverns in that area.

My dad was a Boyscout leader.
He was also in the Army and said he served at Checkpoint Charlie.
He also told me that he kept the scouts in the Army.
My dad used my straight mom as a front to hide his lifestyle and they divorced when I was young.

For what it is worth, just stating this publicly in case it means something to someone

kris. i could repeat what every one said but your blessing was your momma. it was rare to divorce in those days..and she did that too..

Yes true! And she did the best she could, Always, with what she had, she taught me a lot, some I am still remembering and discovering with smiles. Even though she was very bitter in her later days, I was actually working with her to forgive herself and to love herself before she died. I am forever grateful that I had a Great mom!

Happy to know you had a great Mom, Kris. I did as well. MY father was abusive & she would never leave him. She grew up with the notion that once you make your bed you lie in it. MY older brother & I tried many times to get her to leave, she never would.

That is heartbreaking! And certainly not easy to go through! As children we absorb so much of all that pain, confusion, turmoil, and horrible deeds! As adults we repeat or bury it all, or choose to heal and WALK for ward and up with Ascension!

My motto of helping just one more, is very determined within me, Just one more!💛

Sad to say it took me a very long time to be able to figure it out. Talking to God has given the most peace I have known for most of my life. Last year I had a dream wondering why I wasn't lovable. I woke up to a voice saying I have always loved you. It was our dear Lord speaking to me. What a comfort that has been to me. Praise our Almighty God!

I have spent my lifetime mostly in silence. So when it happens even now, I am comfortable with myself and silence. When others give me silence, I just retract back into myself and let them deal with themselves now. It was hard to understand for many years the silence that others gave me. My mom came from the era of children were supposed to not seen and not heard, as children they played in the attic (mind you it was a complete play area). My turn growing up, for much of it, it was learning to be independent of others, my mom did her best to raise me to deal with many situations. But one of the hardest things to deal with was the silence of others, those whom one felt were friends. I told the truth and people didn't like that. I was always told to speak the truth, just as a child growing into an adult it got harder to deal with the silence and I could not understand why people didn't want the truths.

Sadly I have learned that silence means most people didn't like when you speak the truth. Like Judge Judy said "If you speak the truth you don't have to remember:. God has given me the ability to recall past conversations, which at my age is very much appreciated.

I have much better long term memory than I do short term! But yes, I feel that statement of yours all to well about silence!

As a child I quickly because the odd man out, the one left behind or ignored because I always had to tell the truth. Got disheartening! But I stayed the course, I once tried to white lie to my mom, oh wow, that did not go over well at all, She knew. and so I didn't try it again! It always felt better to tell the truth, even if it hurt me to say it!💛

Seems like Moms always knew when we were fibbing. When I was going to high school, I always wondered how my Mom knew things, Turns out the crossing guard told my Aunt who would then tell my Mom. LOL